Page 78 of Hell Breaks Loose

Shoving me back against the wall, she readjusts her feet, planting them on either side of me.

“Holy…” I press my back into the cool cement, tensing my core to brace against the onslaught of her bouncing.

She plants her palms on my abs, supporting herself, and I intertwine my fingers behind her head, threading them through her hair and tugging, pulling with just enough force to sting and guiding her up and down.

Deeper.

More forcefully.

Her ass slaps down over and over, the dripping slick of her pleasure pooling between us.

It’s fucking game over.

Both of us feel it coming soon, our every muscle flexed for release.

Two fingers flip her bra clasp, dropping the lacy cups to my chest, tossing it to the side.

“Oh, yes…” I rumble, craning my neck to take one nipple, then more, into my mouth.

“Yes… Gavin!” Hellena throws her head back, her cry rising to a scream.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I moan.

“Fuck me harder. Till I can’t think straight. Fuck me till I can’t walk!” she growls into my ear.

Raising my hips in response, I hammer up into her, matching her stroke for stroke.

“Mmm, come all over me, Lena… right now…”

“Fill me up… make me?—”

Our shouts echo out in sync, filling the room with the sweet rhythm of our voices and the drum beat of her thighs and butt against my lap. Hers starts right before mine.

“Come with me!” she cries, right before she bites down on my neck, so hard. Hard enough to draw blood. And it sends me into oblivion.

One last time, she slams down, clamping her legs together around me, pulsating around my shaft, shaking like a fucking earthquake, roiling those hips in a tight loop to grind me into her core.

Making me spill every ounce of my lust and love for her deep inside.

We stay there for minutes, riding out the aftershocks.

Another shiver ripples across her sweat dampened skin as I flex, sending her into a softer, gasping orgasm. Then another, and I’m still rock hard inside her.

The rest of me is slack, exhausted.

Fulfilled.

“How do we top our best every single time?”

“I think you might be biased,” she hums into my neck, scraping nails along the back of my head.

“Definitely.”

“I needed that. You have no idea.”

“I think I have some idea.”

A beep on the panel by the door has her tensing, sitting up and off me.

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